( Wen Kexing is used to eyes in the walls. Ghost Valley might have been made of stone rather than timbre but there were always cracks. Even it's sleeping master had known what was lurking in the corners. He is not exactly happy to feel that same scrutiny again, cannot imagine how a man like Lan Wangji would feel with the feeling of a gaze crawling along his shoulder blades.
He can understand a little, the violence of frustration. )
Mm.
( A step away from the bed. )
Even the whores of Ephes knew to not peep. ( Said aloud to whatever it is currently haunting this place. He wonders if it is the same thing dogging his steps in the streets. ) Do you want a drink, Master Lan? Ah, tea, right?
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He can understand a little, the violence of frustration. )
Mm.
( A step away from the bed. )
Even the whores of Ephes knew to not peep. ( Said aloud to whatever it is currently haunting this place. He wonders if it is the same thing dogging his steps in the streets. ) Do you want a drink, Master Lan? Ah, tea, right?